Couldn't resist this, although I'm still new here By the way, what's the name of [the rabbit]?

After getting his drink, the rabbit pulled a chair next to Wazy and sat down. He was about to find a glass on the counter when he realized that his drinking companion didn't have one either. Wazy raised his bottle, and understandingly, [the rabbit] raised his as well. The bottles clinked, and they both took a mouthful of booze before beginning to talk.

Once people sat down and drank together there would be tons of things to talk, to laugh, or to grumble about. Several topics had gone through between the rabbit and the lizard, yet they didn't seem to be stopping any minute. The sound of their chatter however couldn't help lighten the quiet atmosphere of the War Tavern. Outside the tavern, the sky was getting darker and darker. Then the sound of numerous raindrops crashing against the windows finally caught the attention of the two customers.

"The weather. So unpredictable" Wazy mumbled, "One moment ago it was bright sunny, and now it rains."
"I think rain is good. It's been a bit overheat these days."
"I hate the rain."
"Sorry, didn't mean to..."
"Nah, forget it."

Just then the door of the tavern was opened, creating a creaking sound that again made the two fellow drinkers to look to the direction. There was a rabbit standing over there, soaked all the way. Obviously he wasn't here for a shelter from the rain, since he slowly walked in with his head a little bent down and a dazed expression on his face. [The rabbit], trying to be friendly with the newcomer, called out:
"Hey buddy, you seem to have a lot in your mind. Want to join us?"
The rabbit, turning his gaze to the one who called him, simply nodded, "Yeah..." then came and sat down next to him.
"Haven't seen you before. What's your name?"
"Shouldn't you tell your own name before asking others their names?"
"Huh? Hm, ok then. My name is..."
"Just kiddin'. The name's Rushion V.Trackrabbit, but you can call me Rush."
"Never heard of it." Wazy glanced at the rabbit while having his drink.
"Me neither."
"That's good."
"So, what's your problem, Rush?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"C'mon, don't be shy. We're all friends here! Just speak it out, and we'll share it with you. That way you'll feel better."
"He's right, pal. Here, have a drink."

Wazy handed his bottle to Rush, and he turned it upward, letting the liquor flowed into his throat. Then, with a deep sigh of satisfaction, he bent down and slammed the bottle onto the table, causing his new friends to be a bit frightened. Without looking up, he said:

"Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"When your best friends suspected you, accused you, hunted you because of something you didn't do, while your enemies opened their arms to welcome you, what would you do?" Rush glanced at the two with a grim yet desperate look. "Would you stay a loyal friend and help them, at the same time evade them? Or would you join the ranks of the opposite and face your once-beloved comrades?"